Like it or not, time's running out That's really what the fighting's about All our fuel does the work of millions of men We strive for the means loosing sight of the ends We thought we were gods, that we'd never break Dreamed we would grow forever and now we're awake The trickle of doubt, will rise to a stream Time to we know ourselves of the taste of it Time to set about replacing it Dusk in the days of gasoline
The stars adding spans hungry for space Soon we'll collapse, leave a hole in it's place Don't be afraid, as day turns to night The most beautiful hour rise at the turn of the light The whisper of doubt, will rise to a scream Time to we know ourselves of the taste of it Time to set about replacing it Dusk in the days of gasoline
It doesn't take a prophet to see what is down the line It's not a question of if, it's a matter of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
